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number 49 for the micro story prompts please ❤️ with bucktommy of course
"It's nightfall," Buck says, snuggling deeper into Tommy's side in the cab of his truck. "Maybe we can see some stars."
"Hmm," Tommy mumbles sleepily, rubbing his hand up and down Buck's back. It's a cool night, and Tommy's fairly comfortable against the random blanket he threw back here, and his boyfriend's warmth. "Maybe. Point out where they would be if we could see them."
And as Buck points out Orion and Sagittarius, Tommy's head drops on top of his gently, and snores soon following.
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Micro story 32! Dust motes
The limit was 3-10 sentences right 😂
Early morning sun filtered through the uncovered windows, giving the familiar room an almost orange glow. Marinette had never seen it look so...empty before. Her clothes, her supplies, her furniture...it was all gone, packed away and waiting to head towards her new home. Instead of mischievous little kwamis, dust motes danced in the light.
An arm dropped across her shoulders, tugging her against his side as Luka bent to drop a kiss on the top of her head.
"Ready for our next big adventure?" he asked, his voice quiet but still so loud in the too-empty space. She turned, tipping her head up to catch his mouth. His hand came up to hold her chin, his thumb brushing absently against her jaw.
"So ready," she said with a smile as she pulled away. His eyes were dancing, but she was pretty sure hers were, too. "Let's go."
#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain-cheng#luka couffaine#lukanette#endgame lukanette#lukanette endgame#ver fic#ver asks#micro story#micro story prompts
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1 and/or 3 for the micro story post!
Not gonna lie, the combination of “1. Don’t go” and “3. I trusted you” feels like a direct attack on my Horizon feelings and I am here for it.
The words are in her throat. Or at least, she thinks they are. Xiomara doesn’t know her own body these days, its pieces jagged and ill-fitting, grinding with each step as if about to fall apart.
But she feels the words form when sees Kaidan give her that look. The same shadow cast over his eyes as the time he spoke to her of Rahna, of BAaT, of civilian life. He looks at her like a thing to grieve, and people only grieve things they have left behind.
Don’t go.
Her heart pounds and she knows she is selfish enough to say it. She never has asked it before, but she will if it’s him, if he will just—
“I trusted you.”
The past tense echoes through her pieces. Before she can tell which one is breaking, she is walking away to keep the rest intact.
#micro story prompts#this is definitely a bit longer than the classic format but i’m warming up!#thanks for asking <3#auri writes#(and it hurts in a good way)#xiomara shepard
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1. don’t leave + mercy x jacob 💕
Prompt: Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story (3-10 sentences) with the word corresponding to it.
The empty hallways that greeted Mercedes as she entered St. Francis gave her a pause, causing her to worry something she wasn't in the loop about had taken place, yet as she navigated the familiar route to Jacob's office her demeanor remained relaxed, inconspicuous. Her knuckles rapped against the door softly, the curt "Come in" that echoed as response hinting his mood might be the reason why his men were nowhere to be found. She breezed into the room, gaze setting on him as he stood hunched over his desk that was covered in yet another set of plans doomed to fail. "Isaac said you'd asked to see me, a bit too official, wouldn't you say?", she didn't let the fact he hadn't even bothered to turn around and look at her at all discourage her from inching closer until her hands descended onto his shoulders, knitting at the tense muscles beneath her fingertips. "I did, but the situation has changed. You know the way out.", his tone was as emotionless and matter-of-fact as it could get, telling her that sending her away without explanation was something she had to accept as an order, rather than request. Mercedes rounded the desk until he had no choice but to actually face her, "What's wrong with you now?" The snarl he offered her felt forced, giving her a glimpse through the act he was trying to put on, "Absolutely nothing." The second she crossed her hands over her chest and his eyes instinctively dipped down, she had her confirmation, "You suck at acting, I believe we already established that, but I will go, Jacob, just don't come crawling back to me later, because I will not let you in." The stormy look in his eyes signaled she had struck a nerve before Jacob even opened his mouth, "I don't crawl, sweetheart, ever." "Whatever helps you sleep at night.", her lips quirked up into a smirk, before she sent him a final brief glance, "Goodbye, have fun with whatever you're doing." Mercedes twirled around with that, and where most people would have probably scurried out of his sight quickly, each step she took towards the door was measured, meant to make him hesitate. As expected, his voice rang out behind her just when her hand wrapped around the doorknob, "Don't leave."
#ooops my fingers slipped so it's longer 🤣#but Mer can't be easily cut off ☠️🤭#ty for the ask <3#oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley#jacob x mercedes#ship: the deceiver and the wolf#mygifs#fc5 ocs#far cry 5 oc#micro story#micro story prompts#ship ask game#otp asks#ship dynamics#wip: in hope of tomorrow#jacob seed x oc#ocs
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Send me things
Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase
(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)
don’t leave
this was a mistake
[I] trusted [you]
one chance
help
illusion
silent fury
sunbathing
falling
righteous
drastic
candles
too loud
overgrown
trembling hands
in dreams
empty
flinders
sea change
alone, finally
collapse
nap
sated
tender
senseless
how dare [you]
hide
something about [them]
sweat
harsh whisper
breeze
dust motes
saccharine
bauble
filthy
total control
defy
soak
accursed
pet
comfort food
savior
undone
cheap
svelte
shimmer
crave
rampage
nightfall
accost
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same ghosts in a new home
I've been trying to find some writing prompts to turn to when I want to write but don't know what, and when these prompts passed by my dash earlier I knew I found the list to pull from. I used a random number generator to pick which prompt to write. Up first we have:
same ghosts in a new home (961 words)
Fandom: Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous
Rating: T for implied sexual activity (nothing graphic)
Ship: The Commander/Daeran/Woljif
Other notes: Second Person POV
In some of the books you’d read in the past, you’d run into descriptions of the lingering effects of an argument. You’d always dismissed them as poetic hogwash. But now, as you stand in the middle of the sitting room of our new home, you could swear there was an echo, the last vestiges of heated words and raised voices falling back through time to haunt you.
Truthfully, you're not sure what you said to set Woljif off, or why I was upset with your refusal to apologize. We knew what you were like by now, and you thought you were being nice. Though, if you're being honest with yourself, you know how your words can land more like poisoned barbs than playful jabs. This fight might not be entirely your fault, but you're not completely innocent in it either.
With a sigh, you turn towards the liquor cabinet, situated right next to the stairway you once sat in waiting for us to join you in. You remember the soft words and the heated embraces, reminders that your melancholy was as ephemeral as it was unfounded. Even now, the memory brings a small smile to your lips. “You will never pale into insignificance.” “You're stuck with us, Your Excellency.”
To the hells with it. Abandoning your original trajectory, you turn towards the door. Judging by the light filtering in through the window, you have a couple hours yet before the sun goes down. Perhaps you have a plan, perhaps you just want some fresh air. Either way, you’re out of the house before you even realize it.
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Now, as for you, Woljif, you had stormed out of the house into the backyard. It was still mostly an overgrown ruin, a choking tangle of weeds and debris that I intend to one day transform into a garden bursting with life. The only thing of note was the small part of the Sellen River that flowed through it, a sliver of pure, bubbling water that you once spent an evening frolicking in with Daeran and I. The memories are pleasant, and the guilt that pervades you at their arrival is entirely unwelcome.
With an aggravated sigh, you pull one of your daggers out of its holster. Even now it’s a habit to make sure you’re armed. Maybe there will come a day when you don’t feel the need, and when it comes, that’s how you’ll know you’ve truly lost your edge. With a frown, you toss the knife at a nearby stump. It sticks with a loud thud, not unlike the sound the door made when you slammed it come out here.
Your edge…that’s what this about. Just two years ago you were still running with the Family and scrabbling to get by day to day. Now, here you are, married to two of the most prestigious people in the country and the beginnings of a home to call your own. This is something you should be happy about, and you are! But there is a part of you that feels like you’re betraying everything you’d ever known, stabbing the boy you once were in the back for the first shred of kindness and love that had been shown to you.
You pull the dagger free, all the anger in your veins dying as the blade comes loose from the wood. Daeran didn’t mean anything by it, but the quip had been phrased just right, careless in the way only someone who’d never faced such hardship could be. Now you know that the wounds of your past still stung.
Taking a deep breath, you flop onto the stump, staring out into the sunlit water. Just a few more minutes, then you’ll be ready to go back inside. Whether it’ll be to make amends or fan the flames again, you’re not sure. But judging by the loose grip you have on your dagger, you are so much more tired of holding grudges than you realized.
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At least, I want to believe these are the thoughts that ran through both of your heads. Earlier, when Daeran’s comment landed poorly and led to the most explosive fight I’d seen you two have since the Crusade, I’d felt perfectly useless. All of us still carry the ghosts of our past, and we’d spent so long trying to bury mine that I’d forgotten that you two still had yours to deal with. Words cannot describe how inadequate I felt as a partner in that moment.
Now, the three of us are lying on the floor of the living room, my shortcomings only still plaguing my own mind. You two had made up hours ago, and we carried on our evening in the way newlyweds are wont to do. But as you two drifted off to sleep, I found myself lying awake, haunted by my own, brand new ghost - the one borne of fear that one day I’d lose both of you. I’d been so wrapped up in the tangible ways that could happen, I didn’t realize all the other ways it could happen.
The two of you lie on either side of me, your hands clasped below my breasts as your breathing evens out. The floor is far from comfortable, and the throw pillows from the couch aren’t much better, but just being here with you two…it doesn’t make it more comfortable, but there’s no other place I’d rather be. The crackling fire wants to lull me to sleep, and I know I should rouse you two before morning comes and the housemaid finds the three of us lying here naked. But for the moment, I am just savoring this moment, and thinking of ways we can help our ghosts to play nicely together in our new home.
#my writing#ship: glitterbomb#flower prompts#woe lapslock title be upon ye#not planning on that to be normal i just liked how it looked for this one#this is post-game and revolves around my headcanon that daeran purchases the house from his rendezvous in dance of masks#i do plan on writing how all that went down eventually#whether it will be for one of these or something else entirely has yet tbd#anyways writing a little out of comfort zone with this#i am a fluff girlie but i know a lot of people have expressed interest in how the throuple handles fights in past asks#so i tried to explore it a bit with the boys not really facing their emotions and ariadne overthinking it for all three of them#anyways thank you for reading this if you did#i'm surprised i actually wrote something#i forgot how nice it feels to be more focused on writing than i am on a game#i have no set word count for these - anything from drabbles to full-blown fics are possible#i feel like most will turn out to be micro-stories like this one though#here's hoping i write a lot in the new year!
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Requested by @sycamorre!! Sorry to answer this prompt with something that will make no sense at all to you lmao
Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase
This is actually @duperderedere's fault. Since she basically dared me to write something like this. This is based on this ask here, and is entirely just me trying to shake this brain worm out of my skull. I don't promise any grand literature here.
And also this is an excuse to fill another micro-story prompt that has been festering in my inbox lmao
21. collapse
The blackness was eternal. All consuming. Suffocating. His lungs burned for air, but the muscles lay paralyzed within his chest. Raw gasps that brought no relief. Drowning without end, death's grasping claws forever out of reach. Ssael, he thought. A single spark of lucidity in the sprawling dark. A desperate cry into the abyss. Where is He?
--------------------- "What have you done to me?" The voice was entirely unfamiliar, a growling rasp that grated like nails upon slate—though it was his words that were carried into the dense quiet, his thoughts given life on the tongue of a slavering beast. A deep anger bloomed within Lemuel Adelier; an anger fueled by despair. "I see you've yet to retain a single thought set before you, Captain," the Black Tongue sighed. "How tragic." "The khert," Lemuel moaned, a pathetic sound even to his own ears. The chains that bound him rattled with his every movement. "You said—you said I would fall into the khert. That I could find God." "He's a fickle little whore, isn't he?" The Black Tongue did not look up from his desk, his back to Lemuel. "Perhaps the price paid wasn't quite enough to garner his interest." “You—” A drawn out rasp. The sound of whetstone upon blunted blade. “Prokul Ilganyag. Diwf. Difhut—!” “Yes, yes.” The Black Tongue did not so much as spare him a glance. Lemuel’s jaw ached with the desire to rip the man’s pale throat open with his teeth. “A colorful repertoire of damnation spills forth from your lips with little hesitation. How tiresome this dance becomes after the first few waltzes. The hazards of involving a soldier in the loftier pursuits of a scholar.” “The khert calls to me,” Lemuel said, the words a hoarse whisper, leaping forth unbidden. “I feel it pulling—tearing, ripping, clawing. God calls me to his side and you keep me here.” “Feel free to heed his call. I’d gladly relinquish you to his embrace if it would grant me an hour of peace. Do ask if he has any First Materials he can spare.” “RELEASE ME!” Lemuel roared, springing to his feet. The chains grew taut as he strained against them. They groaned in protest, though held fast, the manacles digging into pallid flesh that could no longer feel pain. How Lemuel yearned for pain. For anything that could ground him, that could distract from the gnawing hunger in his gut. “I need to find Him! He needs to answer for—for…” A sob built up within his chest, though it was a pressure for which he could find no relief. Tears sat curdled behind his eyes, and each gasping breath did little to palliate the grief and anguish that so filled his very soul. Damned, he thought. I am damned. The khert remained beyond his reach, and Ssael safely ensconced within. Laughing. Jeering. All because the little Soud had dared to seek a mightier purpose than the one his caste had dictated. Lemuel collapsed, his knees hitting the floor with a loud thud that seemed to echo through the small space. Were it not for the barest hint of a jolt through his death-ravaged body, he would not have even noticed. Damned, he thought again. The Black Tongue finally deigned to turn toward him, a sneer pulling at his pale lips. His black gaze cold and remorseless. I am damned.
#sycamorre#Lemuel Adelier#Bastion Winalils#Unsounded#unsounded spoilers#maybe????????#idk lmao#writing prompts#writings from mandalore#micro story
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Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Gaius, Gwaine, Morgana, Mithian
Summary: Merlin ends up revealing his magic in an effort to stop Morgana from killing him in Another's Sorrow. Arthur ends up seeing this and has to figure out what this means for the future of Camelot and his friendship. Merlin!Whump. Mentions of Merthian
#I'd love to hear what you think of the story#bbc merlin#whump#fanfic#fanfic prompt#fanfic authors#ao3 fanfic#fanfic readers#fanfic fanart#merlin#arthur and merlin#merlin bbc#merlin emrys#bbc merlin fanart#merlin and arthur#merlin art#merlin au#merlin edit#merlin fanart#merlin fandom#merlin fanfic#merlin gifs#merlin incorrect quotes#merlin memes#merlin meta#merlin micro fic#merlin prompt#merlin rewatch#merlin rp#merlin season 6
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Blackout Bliss
Unplanned power failures fuel unforgettable memories. As a child, unexpected power failures equated to fun. Those were the times when inverters and mobile phones didn’t find a place in every household. If power outages happened on a holiday, during the daytime, every child in the community would get out on the streets to play, away from the television, unmindful about the scorching heat.…
#6wordstory#6WSP#blackouts#childhood#community#darkness#disaster#family#friends#Fun#home#Life#Memories#micro fiction#play#power#Prompt#Relationship#School#six word story#street
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The SEQUEL YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR
DOCTOR WHO X BORROWERS AU
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The Doctor sans companion lands upon a very strange planet, its oxygen content is liveable but extremely low for the size of the sphere.
They are even more confused when upon exiting the tardis they step on a tree.
the whole planet is 16x smaller than that of say earth. The Flora seems identical to that of most "terra like" planets but on a reduced scale, the doctor concedes that the whole thing seems like a radical exaggeration of how oxygen affects the "scale of life"
none the less they are fascinated.
especially when a huntswoman emerges into the =new= clearing. and immediately points a comically tiny spear at them.
"Hark! Giant! Be you a Demon a god amonster or Extra Terrestial, Friend or Foe, you trespass upon my forest."
The Doctor is unsure how to proceed here given any attempt to get on the level may be taken as a sign of...pity or diminishment. so they eventually just flop to the ground comically rather than bending
"Right sorry bout that, The Doctor, Probabbly Friend, Extra Terrestial, lovely planet...lovely forest too...sorry about the mess...i'll help you replant if-"
"Stay your Tongue, 'Doctor' why are you going prone, you are far too large to be inconspicuous. and far too vast for most predators to even bother." She echoes.
How would this move forward? i look forward to your ideas in the replies n reblogs!
#gt story#g/t#g/t doctor who#doctor who borrowers au#g/t concept#g/t prompts#sfw post#macro micro#doctor who#g/t concepts#doccy whu
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number 1 for the micro story prompts w/bucktommy
"Don't leave me, please." Buck sobs. He should be embarrassed, he's sobbing like a child, but it hurts. It hurts so much and Tommy's finally back, he's finally here, and Buck could not bear it if he left again. "Don't leave me. Please. Please."
"Sorry, baby," Tommy doesn't seem to sound like he's doing much better but that doesn't make Buck feel any better. In fact, it makes him feel worse. "I have to, sweetheart. I need to move out of the way, so they can lift this off of you, but I'll be right on the outside and when they get you out, I won't ever leave again until you tell me too. I promise. I have to go. I love you. Hold on for me."
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Very Short Story: Spellbound (Romance The Backrooms)
Today's Very Short Story/VSS with my Romance The Backrooms characters! Here's when Adiel first met Glarence.
Word: Spellbound
Original Thread post: here
Characters: Adiel('s POV), Glarence
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Adiel rounded the corner and froze. For the first time, he wasn't looking at a monster, but a person. A person with a pair of eyes in their hair as well as on their face, but a person nonetheless.
He was frozen for a long moment, absolutely spellbound, unsure what to say. Now he knew he wasn't alone!
But his stupor was interrupted when the person ran up to him and slammed a fist into his face.
#romancethebackrooms#adiel rtb#glarence rtb#vss#threads#instagram#writing challenge#writing prompt#writers on tumblr#creative writing#writers#writing#short story#story#writeblr#writers and poets#flash fiction#micro fiction#microfiction#fiction#pre-RtB#adiel alone
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WIP Whenever
A couple of friends tagged me for WIP stuff lately so I'm sharing a drabble-in-progress now that I have the spoons :) Thank you to all who thought of me btw! <3
They sit there, just the two of them and the view of an endless ocean beneath them.
The scent of saltwater hangs heavy in the air and flows into his lungs. It is not quite like Vancouver, but it feels like the least foreign air he has breathed in a while.
Shepard takes a pebble and launches it at the surface. “I almost drowned once.”
She says it casually, as if speaking about what she had for lunch. When he takes a look at her –and pries his attention away from the way the wind sweeps her hair–, her face is just as nonchalant.
“Were you doing something stupid?” He asks, because most of her stories about near-death start that way; but he catches himself and quickly coughs out, “Ma’am?”
#auri writes#at this point my so-called micro-story prompt responses are just turning into whatever they want. not mad at it though#xiomara shepard#kaidan alenko#xiodan#wip
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Hi! for the micro story asks: 15. trembling hands for a pairing that comes to mind! ✨
Prompt: Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story (3-10 sentences) with the word corresponding to it.
"Are you going to blame me for ruining another jacket of yours?", Sabrina mumbled, trembling hands grasping the back of his shirt as she sank into the embrace, allowing herself to enjoy the warmth radiating from his body. Just for a second, no more than that. "You're going to catch a cold.", whatever anger she could sense seeping from John prior had given way to concern, a switch flipped. "I'm fine." A groan broke free at the words that she had instinctively uttered out, his hold on her tightening, "I'm so close to forbidding you from using that word ever again." "Like that would work." "I can certainly try, Deputy."
#so funny enough... this scene is originally fully from John's POV; so I was like what a better excuse to show it from hers now#ty for the ask <3#oc: sabrina donovan#wip: in hope of tomorrow#john x sabrina#ship: the diviner and the baptist#fc5 deputy#fc5 ocs#far cry 5 oc#micro story prompts#micro story asks#ask prompt#ship ask game#ship dynamics#writing prompts#otp prompts#mygifs
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Monster Girl Romance Fiction Prompt #137
You accidentally swallow a gnat and another gnat flies in after it. After you've been sick the littler gnat explains she's an Atomie and she had to chase down her runaway steed. You agree to meet up later after everyone's had a bath and you end up getting real chummy.
#fae#atomy#micro girl#monster girl#monster x reader#fluff#writing prompt#mgrfp#please use that tag if you write this story
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For the microstory, spones and (sorry I forgot what number it was but skfnendns) trembling hands? 😳
Spock ran his fingers through the soft hair, across the temple, across the cheek. He touched the lips, fingers trembling.
“Sleep well.” He leaned down and kissed the wrinkled forehead.
The door closed behind him.
With one glance at his face, Joanna’s eyes welled with tears.
#million years ago i asked for micro story prompts#idk if it works it's an experiment#my writing#spones#spock#leonard mccoy
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